Author: Kitsunechann PM
Jace has always harbored a forbidden affection for his twin brother, Jackson. When you're as close as twins, though, secrets can't last forever. Twincest, MxM.Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Family - Chapters: 4 - Words: 8,114 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 16 - Updated: 01-25-13 - Published: 10-22-12 - id: 3067896
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Author's Notes: Sorry for the terrible summary. After reading Koyu's lovely story "More than a Brother's Love", I was inspired to write this. I hope you'll enjoy it. I can't promise quick updates, but if people seem interested that would certainly help motivate me ^^ Enjoy
Jace stared at his ceiling, barely able to make out the figures of the poster that hung above him. The only light in the room came from the window, a small beam of the moon's brightness that highlighted his brother's sleeping figure. Quietly, he rolled onto his side, facing his brother's bed on the other side of the room. He closed his eyes and tried to take comfort in the company, but sleep would not come to him.
Their sister's music bled through the walls as usual, quietly enough to avoid disturbing them but loud enough to ward off the silence. Another noise caught Jace's attention though; the sound of covers shifting and skin sliding against cloth. Jackson was probably sleeping restlessly again, fighting his covers to find a comfortable position. Just as Jace decided to tune the noise out, an intake of breath caught his interest.
Slowly, Jace opened just one eye. Across the room, Jackson was laying on his back. The sheets were tangled down by his knees, doing little to cover his nearly naked body. One of his hands gripped the corner of the sheets, while the other moved across his member, stroking it skillfully.
Jace tried hard to keep his breathing steady, watching in fascination as his brother pleasured himself. A soft moan escaped the older twin's lips, and Jace found himself clinging to his own sheets. As his brother's hand moved faster, he found himself pressing his hips into the bed, trying to relieve some of the tension that was building in his own body. Before long, he had an erection to rival his brother's and no way to relieve it without being caught.
Jackson continued to stroke himself, gripping the sheets tighter as the pleasure increased. He tried to remain silent, but a few small groans escaped him despite his efforts. As he neared his climax, he forgot where he was and his need to be silent. As Jace watched, Jackson's back arched and he cried out, cum splashing onto his naked torso and spilling down his sides. He dropped back onto the bed and tried to steady his breathing, then shot a nervous glance across the room.
Jace closed his eyes just in time, appearing fast asleep. He heard his brother sigh and shuffle around some more, probably cleaning himself off. Finally, the room fell back to silence, with only their sister's soft music and the bugs outside to occupy their ears. Jackson's breathing became soft and even as he drifted off to sleep.
Less able to sleep than he had been even before, Jace rolled onto his other side to face the wall. He didn't dare let his hand stray toward his begging erection; he wasn't as bold as to masturbate with his brother in the same room. He cursed himself for being so turned on by the incident, then shut his eyes tight and tried to take his mind elsewhere.
Neither of the twins woke until noon the next day, but Jackson was out of bed first. "Get up, Jace! We've got work to do if we want to have that party next weekend!" The older brother pulled the curtains wide open, letting the sunlight fill the room and reflect brightly off of the white walls. Jace turned in his bed and groaned, then groaned again when he touched something wet on his sheets. Thankfully, part of the work they had to do involved laundry, so the evidence of his wet dream wouldn't be there for long. He waited until Jackson left the room just to be safe, then stripped his bed and his boxers and grabbed a towel.
"I'm showering first!" he called, stuffing his dirty laundry into the washer and fiddling with the settings. When the washer finally turned on, he left the laundry room and headed for the bathroom.
"Coffee?" his brother asked from the kitchen downstairs.
"Please," Jace responded. He shut the bathroom door behind him and turned on the water. As he waited for it to get warm, he studied himself carefully in the mirror. He found himself doing this often, fascinated by staring at his own reflection until it started to look like his brother. The two were identical twins, only distinguishable by their posture and personalities. Jace stood up straighter, mimicking his brothers confident grin. After a moment of imagination, his brother's green eyes stared back at him. Experimentally, he reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock. Thoughts of last night flickered through his mind, making him hard almost instantly. He would have remained at the mirror longer, but the cold air was making the hot shower more and more tempting by the second.
He stepped in, letting the water wash over his body and warm him. Usually his showers were quick; he wasted as little time and water as he could. This was much the opposite of his brother, who seemed to spend ages in the shower. This time, though, Jace found himself remaining in the water even after his hair was shampooed and his body was washed. Now that he was alone, he didn't feel as hesitant to touch himself. Pushing back the feeling that he was doing something wrong, he closed his eyes and let his hand glide over his erection, imagining the hand belonged to his brother. He had never had much luck pretending his boyish hand belonged to a pretty girl, but when he thought of it as his brother's, it was much easier to believe. He couldn't bring himself to be patient; it had been so long since he had allowed himself to do this, and before he knew it his breath was coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward against the wall of the shower, supporting himself with his free hand and biting back any noises. The picture of his brother, back arched and lips parted as he came, slipped through his mind and Jace knew he couldn't last any longer. A moan slipped past his lips and sticky white cum shot from his cock, getting on both the shower wall and floor.
A wave of guilt washed over him immediately. He knew it was wrong to jack off to thoughts of his own brother, or to be aroused by Jackson at all. Pretty girls should be the source of his arousal. Or even boys- just not his brother. Not his twin.
After cleaning off the shower, he toweled himself dry and ran down the hallway to their room. Jackson was still downstairs, so he pulled on a clean white shirt and a pair of jeans. After a second thought, he changed his shirt to an old gray one. They would be cleaning all day; he didn't want to ruin a nice shirt.
The aroma of coffee met him halfway down the stairs. A large pot of fresh brewed coffee waited for him in the kitchen. Jackson, halfway through a bowl of cereal, raised his own cup in greeting. "Help yourself," he said through a mouthful of breakfast. Jace was grateful that his twin shared his addiction to caffeine. He poured himself a large mug and added cream, then pulled out a chair and settled in.
"Ready for today?" Jackson asked, dumping more cereal in his bowl. Though they sat opposite each other at the table, Jace couldn't bring himself to meet his brother's eyes.
"Yeah, I guess." The twins were turning 18 next Friday and, after much begging, there parents had given them the go-ahead to throw a party. They had even booked a nearby hotel for themselves and arranged for May to stay with a friend. In exchange, the twins had been roped into cleaning the entire house both before and after the party.
"I tried to bribe May into helping, but she has soccer practice. It's just you and me all day. "
Trying his best to ignore that comment, Jace took a deep drink of his coffee. "Right. Downstairs first, since Mom and Dad spend the most time down here. Upstairs next, our room last." Jackson nodded and slurped the rest of the milk from his cereal bowl, then stood and dropped it into the sink.
"First things first, I need a cigarette." He grabbed his coffee mug and headed for the porch. Jace followed, taking in a deep breath of the cool autumn air that greeted him when he stepped outside. Jackson was already leaning against the cool stone wall, lighting one of his cigarettes and taking a deep drag. "Want one?" he offered customarily.
"Yeah," Jace mumbled. He pulled one of the white sticks from the pack that Jackson extended toward him, then slid down and sat on the ground, leaning against the wall. He flicked the lighter several times, unable to get a flame.
"You okay? You only take one when something's bugging you," Jackson observed, taking the lighter from him and trying to help. "Stubborn thing, barely works…" After a few more tries, he gave up and kneeled before his twin. "Suck in," he commanded, touching the tips of their cigarettes together. Jace did as he said and the paper caught. He tried not to pay attention to how close Jackson was.
"Thanks," Jace finally muttered. He didn't say what was bothering him; that was something he would never tell Jackson. Just in case his twin pressed the issue later, he made a mental note to think up a lie.
"So who are you inviting, other than the usual group?" Jackson asked.
Jace thought it over, but didn't come up with many people. His brother was the extrovert, always making new friends and hanging out with everybody. Though they were always together, Jace tended to stay quiet and socialize only with their close friends. "Dunno, you?" He finally spoke when the silence became awkward.
"I thought of quite a few people, but I feel like we should just pass out invitations and see who shows up. It's hard to just invite some people. For instance, if we invite Chris but not Macy, Macy will get pissed. But if we invite Chris and Macy, we have to invite Macy's friends as well."
"True enough. Invite whoever you want, just don't forget we have to feed them."
"Mom and Dad said they'd order as many pizzas as we need. As long as we tell everyone to bring their own drinks, it shouldn't be a problem." Jackson sucked on his cigarette and tried to blow smoke rings.
"Mom and Dad also said no drinking." He knew Jackson wasn't going to change his mind just because of that, but he figured it was worth mentioning.
"You know they don't really care as long as we're safe. If we have to, we can collect everyone's car keys upon entrance and only give them back to the sober people."
Jace had to admit, it wasn't a bad idea. He fell silent, nursing his coffee and cigarette and trying to pull himself out of his funk. He couldn't spend the whole day sulking about his forbidden love interest. Even if he wasn't crazy about parties, he was still looking forward to their birthday celebration, so there was work to be done.
"So, who gets the kitchen and who gets the living room?" Jackson finally asked, mind back on the task at hand.
"Living room. You're bad at dusting and you knock everything over with the vacuum."
"Do not," Jackson protested, even though it was true. "Fine, I'll take the kitchen."
Agreeing on their tasks, they sat and smoked until their cigarettes were gone and their coffee was cold, then they went inside, filled up their cups again, and got to work.
More Author Notes: Chapter one down, more to come? Observation: It's really hard to write smutty things when you hate the words cock, dick, penis, and cum. I just hate them. They're so awful D: Stupid words. Oh well, I enjoy writing too much to let that stop me ;D